It is the time to start a-movin', and this is the place to feel your wheels a-turnin'.
The distance between us gets an ever-greater, so it is the time to make that distance your turn.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It spins in a time dispel.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
To make day in the dark of night.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
It is the time to stop receding.
And it is the time.
To begin again with giving.
Suddenly something, yeah, is left waiting.
10-47, and the train is leaving.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
And oh, you look quiet there in the mire.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
And all you have planted, it has died.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
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It is the time
It is the time
It is the time
Stop, stop receding
It is the time
